Miers to be SC nominee?

Why would it have been worse if a visiting speaker had been a re-assigned Catholic Priest?

Certainly, no group of re-assigned Catholic Priests could ever match the culture of Vancouver--which is well known to anyone who is familiar with the goings on in that place.

ON SECOND THOUGHT
NEW NOTES FROM HARRIET TO GEORGE



October 27, 2005
Hi! Just a quick note to say that you looked heavyish last time I saw you, which, come to think of it, was this morning, in the Oval Office, when you accepted my withdrawal (which you had secretly demanded) and ruined my life and dreams and spirit. I hope we can stay friends. And, again, I am sorry for vomiting on your desk. Best to your wife (Laurel??).

Harriet Miers, NOT a Supreme Court nominee





October 27, later on
It dawns on me that I may not have mentioned that you ruined my life. Or did I? Also, do you ever wonder where you'd be if it wasn't for your father, who, when you think about it, was a really amazing person, who did SOOO much in his life, especially compared with you who have done so little? I read that you were a cheerleader once. Girls do that a lot. Eucalyptus is good for absorbing bad smells (like human vomit). That was a lot of vomit. But then I had a tough few weeks, in which I was humiliated in the national media, and you and your staff (some of whom may be indicted soon??) were not one scintilla of help. Friends forever!





October 27, quite late
Pinot Noirs are nice. This second bottle tastes better than the first, actually. Sometimes I pretend I'm the lead singer of the O'Jays ("People all over the world, join in, start a love train, love train"). Do you think I'm pretty? Once, I staged a mock wedding to you in my home, alone, except for Mr. Pickles, my cat. It was very, very late, like it is now, and I dressed in a fluffy white robe and walked slowly down the pretend aisle and said "I do" and closed my eyes and smooched your skinny, chapped lips because you were, to me, so perfect. I would like to file imaginary divorce proceedings against you now and withhold connubial favors. Let's see what THAT does for that eye tic. Friends?

Your ex-wife, Harriet Miers





October 28, late
What do I mean by emotional break-down? I guess I mean that the edges of everything seem to be rounded and sound disappears if I look at a thing too long. What is dignity? The phrase "Pass the brownies, please" plays over and over in my head. I was happy once, just a few weeks ago.

I have no idea of the time or date or where I am.

It's not really a bench, is it? I mean, there are chairs. You said it was going to be like Roberts. Why lie? Want to know a secret? I don't believe in God.





October 28, the clock moves, as if on its own
I just spoke with Michael Moore. What an inquisitive, interesting man. He said that many of the things I shared with him about being White House counsel were very, very interesting to him. We made plans to meet for coffee soon, so that I can show him some papers. Do you know what phrase has less and less meaning for me with each passing second? "Attorney-client privilege."





October 29
I have a question: Is Lewis Libby married? Because, if he's not, he will be, in jail. Bye for now, friend!


?- John Kenney
http://www.newyorker.com/talk/content/?051114ta_talk_kenney

Louise Colet type histrionics.

I am very much afraid that Blatham( I do not know whether he is referencing Canadian Law) is unaware that an "indictment" is not a "conviction".

In a Legal primer- "Black's Law Dictionary"- 7th Edition- it reads:

"An indictment is merely a charge which must be proved at trial BEYOND A REASONABLE DOUBT before a defendant can be convicted"

Blatham's fantasies extend to visions of Libby in prison in a "married" state.

Blatham apparently is not aware of the provision which allows US presidents to pardon convicted felons. The matrix was indelibly set by Bill Clinton, who in his last days in office, pardoned many a miscreant, among whom was the felon, Marc Rich(who allegedly was up to his eyeballs in the Oil for Food UN scandal).

I do hope that Blatham can read up on Indictments, convictions and presidential pardons before he relegates Mr. Libby to prison.

( I do know that Rostenkowski spent time in jail but it was more of a country club than a jail--perhaps they don't have those types of incarceration in Canada)

mortkat

You do understand I trust that, just as it was the case with your other incarnations here, we shan't be talking.

Of course not. I have observed that one one is whipped, one avoids the whipper.

Does that collar chafe, Blatham?